I walked like I was going to kill someone as I headed towards my father's office. I didn't even knock. I shoved the door open and stormed into his office like I owned the place, because right now, I didn’t care who stood in my way. The door slammed hard against the wall behind me, the sound echoing through the room.

My father looked up from his desk slowly, calm as always.

“I need you to tell me everything you know about that Dante,” I said, my voice low and sharp. ...